Wednesday, November 30, 2011

BANG




Bang



Hey, hi bye
Life is such a lie
Friends not forever
Love is just laughter

Mock at my ways
Spit on my brown face
The rat race has begun
Run, we start to run

The nature of this place
Is such a great disgrace
Wishes are willfully smothered
Die to never be bothered

Stay ignorant and you’re safe
Dance life a lovely waif
Destruction is at hand
Death has moved his wand

Tick tock, run amok
Destructor, Mr. Warlock
Work till you die
Never question why

Life is a tangled mess
You sure can try your best
Dawn of a new day
Ends in a depressing way

Look for the copper serpent
It’s your ways that are bent
Death by poison, squirm and foam
Stop living when you’re done

No time, no time, no time
Leave me alone, let me be
Rescue me from this place
I’m tired of this race

Tuesday, November 29, 2011

MUSE




Muse
(Not on Love)


 Courtesy of the uncourtful
Grace of the ungraceful
Love from the spiteful
Is a life truly delightful

All fun and all games
Rats stop calling names
Class full of high class dames
The British drown in the Thames

Dress pretty, look so nifty
Prices paid up are hefty
I’m a graceful lefty
My manners a bit rusty

Oxygenation of my thoughts
Air breeze, caught in draughts
Left for home on the dot
Relationships end up in a knot

High voltage from the ampere
Biscuits, sweet salty spheres
Morning bright and very clear
Life feels just so dear

Understanding thoughts of women
Happy to be here are the men
Practicing a day of helpful Zen
Class ends, sad of leaving then

Moondance and mad romance
Meeting future’s great plans
Shuttles which are vans
A gossipy girl’s flirty glance

Monday, November 28, 2011

THE KNIGHT




The Knight



Hidden from common view, on an ancient hill
A plaque rusty and old was artlessly portrayed
From the bottom of the plaque thick weeds grew
Unknown to mankind, it laid there untold for ages
It belonged to the man of valor, of ferocious will
Of a Knight of whom fate at his will could be delayed
His land he longed had berated and had him threw
Locked out from his land by the unforgiving mages
He did not weep, but went and took lands of his foe
He ruled for a short time, but was later filled with woe
War took lives of people he adored with many a song
He laid down his sword and declared monarchy wrong
Left these lands untamed to understand life through penance
His spirit lives on this ancient hill shunning all forms of vengeance

Sunday, November 27, 2011

VOLATILE DREAMER




Volatile Dreamer


In the light of my recently twisted soul, ‘twas lost to light
It started fresh and clean, as sound as it could seem
My night has dreams, with visions unfaithful to my sight
They change form, for mysterious reasons, just like cream
I save the princess from herself, from Villans I’m a knight
Pass death through ten space vermin, with a single beam
Psychedelic acid filled dreams, ending in blinding white
I stop where I start, just when the waking sun starts to gleam
All the poison in my mind, lost in space, in a different phase
The brittle unkempt truth I found, lost to the blazing sun’s gaze
An empty room is the welcome I receive, I’m lost in reality
 I dress up and run to work, where they exact, post work fidelity
My dream, you wake me up when you rapidly flash past me
I wake up to an unreal life, and in places I never want to be

POEM OF LIFE




Poem Of Life

 


 When I sit down, to start to think of that which I did
I think of things contemporary, not on yesterday’s bid
Dreams of wide open spaces, with blasphemous nightmares
My standard occupation, dwelled in the concepts of selling wares
My soul quenched, I drank from the fountain of the lady of life
She whispered things in my ears; I was filled with unholy strife
Deserts in valleys of mountains, hidden from the beautiful sun
I run to balance the nature of things with the barrel of my gun
Danger lays in wait, in the fortunes of the wicked entrepreneur
His present is fruitful, his future devoid of shape and volatile
He flirts with happiness and sleeps with many women unfaithful
Darkness starts in his times, it slithers, he starts to shiver
His home, his wife, his life and his property, are all too fragile
He makes for another country, when his  death happens to pull



Friday, November 25, 2011

MY VIRTUE




My Virtue


By the virtue of my mind
I realize I’m not your kind
I stay all still and calm
My character you cannot fawn

I’ll stay in the shadows
Hidden from the fearsome crowd
People around me start to swarm
I lock my room in the dorm

I eat silently as they chatter
What they speak did never matter
I’m not damaged in any way
It’s your thoughts which are Fay

Deep down, I know I’m really happy
You may perceive that my life is crappy
I’ll smile when I’m all alone
I have no more sins to atone

The beauty of my actions is not known
Because no one knows me in this town
I’ll stay wherever I want to
My heart always guides my lonely self

Your hurtful words have scarred me deep
I fear of what to decide on when to speak
I’ve lost all the confidence in myself
My answers are all made in haste and distress

I’m about to join a job I may despise
In search of friends who’ll help me revise
What am I to do in such a strange place?
Can I ever compete in this rat race?


Thursday, November 24, 2011

SWEATY DREAMS




Sweaty Dreams


 Distant dreams
I burn in my sleep
Your eyes are rubies
Halo inside my head

Dreamer in woe
You’re such a sweet doe
I work up your sweet taste
It’s this pretending I detest

Your flawless skin's aglow, I’m blind
There's Blanking white light, I’m spared
The distance grows more near
I feel like pinching your bulbous rear

Your sweaty hips send me in a trance
I glance at the distant skies & nuance
Duplicate casket full of broken dreams
Filled all the way up to the brim

That diabolical twist is a complete jest
In between dreams, I notice sliver seams
We strive for a joyful common climax
You whimper and melt like candy wax

Spare me from your incessant loving
Let’s work the night, keep moaning
You’ve broken my back and my bed
You work me with the orgasm you’ve had

You start to violently come
While I’m givin’ you some
My loins squirm while they burn
On top, you grind and you churn

Oh sweet softness
You’re a blanket of warmth
I’ll wear you as I sleep
I’ll kiss you very deep

You smell like something sweet
In the same rhythm, our hearts beat
Don’t say no, not tonight, while you're wet
I’m not bored of you,as of yet

OH BOY




Oh Boy



Oh boy, I’m screwed
Wounds I have, I'm contused
No way can I do all this
No time even to confirm it

My friend indeed is the one I need
Ran to his lair, for I’m a dimwit
Asked him to explain all that he knew
Oh boy, all this stuff feels so new

How can I ever prepare?
Help me in my despair
The concepts seem so clear
When you explain it’s a fanfair

Deadline incoming
What am I becoming?
Lab rat or a doormat?
A guinea pig or a douche that’s big?

Can’t perform in no ‘king gig
Can’t buy, no money for my gig
Stag bear decomposing rear
My ass is no ‘king steer

Crammed up all that I could
The deadline yet still stood
Dreamed of a future no strange
Things reached out of my range

Rock n’ roll in my mind
Stand still while I rewind
Can’t remember what I read
How can I earn my daily bread?





Wednesday, November 23, 2011

THE BLUE MISTRESS




The Blue Mistress



He stood on the cliff, overlooking the sea
Warm salty air, stuck on his face
The deep blue looked calm from far away
He saw, as bots went their own way

House on the cliff overlooked its stay
Sturdy and tall, built to withstand
It stopped on its stairs
Seen far from the country fairs

It whispered to him, hair brushed off his face
It’s warm breath, grazed against his neck
He stood there listening to her
It said, the cool of the night is not far

He stepped forward and lurched onward
Into the deep blue that was she
She raged against the cliffs, formed froth and foam
His body and shell returned back to the stone

The darkness mistook him for someone else
It perched him on the cliff house’s stairs
There was a thud, which the old lady heard
She started down, as the cold night stirred

Her son lay on the stairs, dead and despaired
She cried and flared, this could not be repaired
The sea had claimed yet one more soul
With calm stupendous grace she furbished her role

FURY




Fury



Burning, my form is burning
Anger, I take its form
Frustrated, I am frustrated
Cornered, I feel cornered

It swells in my gut
Spills out, my pout
I pull out my hair
The roots come along

I bang on mangy carved doors
I spill my fury on the hazy floor
I cry out loud, as they snore
I just can’t take this no more

You must answer my unholy call
You cannot escape this crazy brawl
We will fight till together we bleed
We will strive to eradicate this stoic breed

I will smash them against the glass
Bash their faces against shields of brass
My body steaming, sweat profusing
My regression finally provoking

Don’t read this just as a rhyme
This is my heart, I pour
Take this piece from my heart
Eat it, you lousy little fart

Tuesday, November 22, 2011

END OF DAYS



 End Of Days



We are the last of our kind
The rest, either perished or went blind
The sun hides behind the moon
Earth has met its doom

All of their warnings were very true
Global warming, sprouted wings and flew
Tsunamis raged on for lost redemption
Swallowed up lands, gulped down my nation

Volcanoes overshadowed the skies
Up to where the migrating bird flies
Distant lands were all shaken
This could not be mistaken

The land split open wide
Swallowed down a whole town’s pride
Destroyed all incredulous daydreams
To the back beat of human screams

Raging cold shut down all life
Frozen in an instant, no more strife
People lucky enough, were locked indoors
No food, no clothes, no stores

I’ve watched as loved ones perished
The wicked and the cruel now lavished
Time since long has stopped counting
All tales I could tell are very daunting

The mountains crumbled
High houses tumbled
Old men grumbled
All mankind fumbled


UGLY MONSTER




Ugly Monster



Ugly monster
Unbearable to see
Stays locked in all day
Won’t ever come your way

He has a pure crystal heart
Won’t think of no bad
Yet he is an ugly monster to us
‘Cause he looks the way he does

He still does forgive
Each man and each soul
Wont curse under his breath
Won’t steal from you in stealth

He cries himself to sleep
On every lonely night
We interpret these as his screams
And complain of bad dreams

We throw stones at his home
We torch down his mill
He waits in hunger all day
Can only hunt by the night

He too was normal once
A very long time ago
He played with his children
He had a lovely wife

He won’t tell me how,
All this happened
He just sulks at home
Only at night he roams

Wasted people
Can’t take this no more
They torched down his home
They heard him moan